#breasties

He said nothing as you walked in front of him, his head now pressed against your stomach as you began scratching your fingers through his hair. He let out a deep sigh before looking up at you, his face telling you everything you’d already assumed.

“Didn’t go so well?” You questioned, placing your hand against his jaw and running your thumb across his cut lip. Calum shook his head gently before pulling away to lean back against the couch, letting his eyes flutter shut.

“Was hard,” he mumbled. “Shittest I’ve done in a long time.” His eyes peered open to look at you. “Didn’t have my lucky charm with me.” You gave the crushed boy in front of you a sympathetic smile before leaning over his body, so your face was now inches from his own.

“I know, Bub.” You said before pressing your lips against his lightly, feeling how soft and swollen his lips felt against your own. “You know I’d go to every match if I could.”

Calum groaned in response both to the kiss and your statement as you pulled away, walking into the kitchen to grab a damp cloth, some water, and pain killers. Entering the living room again, you passed him the pain killers and offered him water as he took them, swallowing the pills down gratefully. Placing the glass back on the table, you gently straddled Calum’s lap as he lifted his head to watch you.

“Not hurting you, am I?” You asked softly, overly conscious of his bruised body. He shook his head and offered a small smile.

“Doubt you ever could.” He told you, making you roll your eyes.

You gently pressed the cool damp cloth against his forehead, feeling him relax under you as you did so. After a few seconds, you pressed it against his cheeks, watching his eyes flutter shut as you did so. You stayed like that for a few minutes, cooling off the hot and pained boy in front of you as you watched his breathing deepen and body relax. You used the same cloth to lightly wipe the dried blood off of his cut lip before leaning back to place the cloth on the table behind you. Calum’s eyes opened to watch you, his eyelids dropped and heavy as fatigue began to take over his body.

“You’re too good to me,” he mumbled, wincing slightly as he lifted his arm. His hand made its way to your jaw, thumb gently swiping over your cheek as he pulled you closer towards him.

Kissing Calum on nights like tonight we just different. His usual hard and fast self was nowhere to be seen, as everything he did was slow and passionate. The kisses pressed to your lips where light and soft, contrasting the deep and messy ones he’d usually share with you on nights he’d win.

He lifted his other hand to rest on your waist as the kiss continued, his body tired but determined to keep you close to him. He groaned as your hips rolled slightly against his before moving his head further down, placing lazy kisses down your neck. You ran your hands lightly over his chest, feeling his muscles move and flex underneath his bruised skin.

You gave Cal another soft smile as he leaned back against the couch, knowing his body wouldn’t let him go any further, no matter how much he wanted to. He returned the gesture as you leaned in close, pressing a single kiss just below his ear.

“Come to bed with me?” You whispered quietly. Calum nodded in response before you got off his lap, offering him a hand to help get him up also (which he gladly took).

You kept hold of his hand as you walked slowly upstairs, dragging him into the bedroom before watching him flop down under the covers. You walked to the other side and did the same, snuggling under the blankets before feeling your body being pulled towards Calum’s. You felt his breathing even out and deepen as he fell asleep before you felt yourself do the same.

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